Chapter 47
“Connie,” I whined.
“Shh.” She pressed her lips just below my jaw before ducking her face back down. “Go back to sleep.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
I rolled my eyes but having Connie lie on top of me was oddly comforting, and her bed so soft, and I fell back asleep easily. I was floating somewhere between being asleep and awake when the unmistakable sound of feet stomping outside startled Connie into jumping up, pushing away from me in a rush.
“Put on a shirt!” she hissed, reaching down onto the floor for the first item of clothing she could reach. It was the top I had ripped off her last night but it would do. I scrambled to throw it on haphazardly and fumbled with the top few buttons as Connie seemed to do the same, before she pulled the duvet back over us just as the doorknob rattled.